#quote "Well here's something that we're all sick of seeing." -Pretty much every single Opussian out there.

The City That Won't Sleep Tonight Close your eyes against the light, The orange, blue and blazing white, The flashing sirens in the night, The city that won't sleep tonight. Forget the past, my words, incite, Take shape from those who bring you plight, You're only human, it's alright, This city will not sleep tonight. Your skin is pale, muscles, tight, Relax your words, they need no fight, Your frame is ever weak and slight, Within this sleepless place tonight. Do not thee gaze beyond thy sight, These rooftops, love, they are alight, Take comfort and you'll be alright, This city will not sleep tonight.

Nothingness Pale lips and ghostly touch, A light without heat in the dead of the night, A gentle gaze frosted over by the days spent, Bringing #life to the dying and love to the spite. You are nothingness, somber in youth, all too wise, Ever seeking to humble than to compromise, Wanting nothing from others and naught for your own, And they say when they see you, it chills to the bone. You are nothing but embers and fire and ice, When you speak, save a word is enough to suffice, When you wander, the shadows, they weave you a cloak, Out of ashes and petals and crystal and smoke.

Black #nightdwellers Tears of acid, rain and ice, Tears of sugar, salt and spice, Tears of crystal, bleary white, To tears of ink, as black as night.

Beneath The Weeping Willow Tree #nightdwellers Beneath the weeping willow tree, Are leaves of fallen glass, That shatter as they hit the earth, On contact with the grass. Beneath the weeping willow tree, Is cast a night, so black, And I swear, as you walked away, I almost called you back. Beneath the weeping willow tree, Upon a bed of ice, I thought about it, once, again, And then I thought about it twice. Beneath the weeping willow tree, I wore upon my sleeve, A dagger, born of love and loss, Used only to deceive.